Sleeping is going from bad to worse. It exhausts me just thinking of it; I'll spare you the details. At least I have a fun date with Ali and her daughter Ryan (and Ethan's betrothed) for coffee and a little shopping this morning. A good thing, too, since Ethan's got very, very few clothes for fall. The pants that fit him best are all very light, summer weight (which are fine for inside, but I have no long sleeved tops for them). Today he's in an Old Navy ensemble that his dad bought for him before he was born, in his typical current size, 6-12 months. Well, the top fits, but the bottoms (a cute nylon track pant) were very hard to get on him today - his butt and thighs make the pants very tight. Porker! So that means I gotta find him some elastic waisted fall pants today in the 18 month size. Good lord. Wont sleep, and wont fit clothes! What next? Here's hoping this gray rainy day goes by without a hitch (and a good long nap for mummy).